Your wings are cut?

What do you sing when

Your dreams are broken?

Where do you scream

When there’s no roof to scream it from?

Don’t give in

Don’t give in

The light shines, yet it’s so dim and dull

Whispers saying “yes,”

Screams shouting “no,”

Listen to the unheard voice.

Don’t give in

Don’t give in

Take it all

Give no remorse

and reward those you know deserve it.

Doubt grows like an infection.

Like a cancer to your thoughts.

Negativity creates a rebellion in the peaceful land of your mind

but still yet,

Don’t give in

Don’t Give In

that smiles like the sun.

That shines like the stars

bursting out of darkness.

There’s a place within me

that screams for help.

That begs for attention.

A place so cold and dark.

There’s a place within me

that demands to be let loose.

A tougher side is fighting out,

forcing me to stand up for

what I believe in.

When I walk into the silence

of my own mind,

I find a girl who no one knows.

She begs to escape the walls of

my conscience.

To the outside world

I am quiet,

withdrawn,

weak.

But to me,

I am a fighter.

Strong but hurting.

Broken inside.

Still I will continue to fight,

and as I lay my head down,

closing my eyes…

I can only see the real me.

This.  They seem to not mind to take care of me but

I feel like I am a burden.  As the cancer spread through

My lungs it starts to hurt more and more.  I am ready to

Go but my family is not.  I have been holding on to see if

My family can make it without me, and they are strong.

I believe that I am ready after all of the hair loss and the

Cancer.  I feel like I am just worthless now.  I put

A smile on my face like a mask.  Maybe my family can

See through it.  They can tell that I am losing my mind

And I can’t hold on much longer.  I try to control what I

Say but my mouth moves and I don’t even know what is

Coming out.  I do not regret any of my decisions in my life

But I am ready to go.  Goodbye loved ones.

One of my least forgotten memories is my fourth grade talent show.  It was a chance for me to break free.  I had held it for two years.  I stepped on the stage and sang my heart out.  I ended up winning the talent show.

Another good memory is the one of my family and I going to Camden Park.  We had been preparing for this trip for a week.  I was so excited.  We arrived there and I rode every ride, some of them I rode twice.  Everyone was exhaustedat the end of the day so my mom got two hotel rooms, boys stayed in one, and girls stayed in the other.

So memories can be good and bad, I personally would like to remember the good memories.

But it doesn’t make any difference.

They make me so angry when they

Act like they haven’t a care in the

World.  All of the pressure is put on

Me.  Being a parent is difficult sometimes.

I do not regret conceiving my children

But it would be a lot easier without them.

I love my children and I wish nothing but

The best for them.

The room is cold

Family gathered around me,

but I only want peace to myself

I can barely move

As I lay here slipping in and out of consciousness.

I now know what some of my patients have felt

So close to the end but still holding on to a shallow

hope that I might have just a little more time

but now I am too sick to care and

I accept whatever fate might become of me.

that sadness is only

a passion of reconcile

It only brings me back

to the moments

I don’t wish to relive

A feeling of remorse

flooding the valley

of my mind

bringing me lower

and lower

like a sinking stone

into the ocean

until it hits rock bottom

Then from there,

I can only go back up

Loud voices wake me up. I opened my door and peered into the living room. It’s just the t.v. Mom’s laying on the couch asleep, a paper in her hand. It reads “Dear Eric,” The third one I’ve found.

She thinks that Jeremy and I don’t know what’s going on. She thinks we won’t understand. In her mind, keeping him a secret is for our own good. Does she think we won’t be happy for her? Does she know how much it hurts for her to lie to us, especially when we already know the truth.

We do the things we do

We lost it all

Lied to

And abused

But your tears

are all dried up now

and when it’s all gone

I’ll wash this blood

off of my hands

and let it all burn

Just let it all burn

and get lost in you eyes